At the moment I would prefer something stronger and more tranquillizing. It is not every day one sees a sister consigned to the flames. Like La Pucelle[7].
I dont quite
Joan of Arc[8].
I have some sherry at home, but its rather a long ride and perhaps
My apartment is at any rate north of the river, Aunt Augusta said firmly, and I have everything we require. Without asking my assent she hailed a taxi. It was the first and perhaps, when I think back on it now, the most memorable of the journeys we were to take together.
Chapter 2
I was quite right in my weather forecast. The grey clouds began to rain and I found myself preoccupied with my private worries. All along the shiny streets people were putting up umbrellas and taking shelter in the doorways of Burtons, the United Dairies, Mac Fisheries or the ABC. For some reason rain in the suburbs reminds me of a Sunday.
Whats on your mind? Aunt Augusta said.
It was so stupid of me. I left my lawn-mower out, on the lawn, uncovered.
My aunt showed me no sympathy. She said, Forget your lawn-mower. Its odd how we seem to meet only at religious ceremonies. The last time I saw you was at your baptism. I was not asked but I came. She gave a croak of a laugh. Like the wicked fairy.
Why didnt they ask you?
I knew too much. About both of them. I remember you were far too quiet. You didnt yell the devil out. I wonder if he is still there? She called to the driver, Dont confuse the Place with the Square, the Crescent or the Gardens. I am the Place.
I didnt know there was any breach. Your photograph was there in the family album.
For appearances only.[9] She gave a little sigh which drove out a puff of scented powder. Your mother was a very saintly woman. She should by rights have had a white funeral. La Pucelle, she added again.
I dont quite see La Pucelle means well, to put it bluntly, I am here, Aunt Augusta.
Yes. But you were your fathers child. Not your mothers.
That morning I had been very excited, even exhilarated, by the thought of the funeral. Indeed, if it had not been my mothers, I would have found it a wholly desirable break in the daily routine of retirement, and I was pleasurably reminded of the old banking days, when I had paid the final adieu to so many admirable clients. But I had never contemplated such a break as this one which my aunt announced so casually. Hiccups are said to be cured by a sudden shock and they can equally be caused by one. I hiccupped an incoherent question.
I have said that your official mother was a saint. The girl, you see, refused to marry your father, who was anxious if you can use such an energetic term in his case to do the right thing. So my sister covered up for her by marrying him. (He was not very strong-willed.) Afterwards, she padded herself for months with progressive cushions. No one ever suspected. She even wore the cushions in bed, and she was so deeply shocked when your father tried once to make love to her after the marriage but before your birth that, even when you had been safely delivered, she refused him what the Church calls his rights. He was never a man in any case to stand on them.
Yes. But you were your fathers child. Not your mothers.
That morning I had been very excited, even exhilarated, by the thought of the funeral. Indeed, if it had not been my mothers, I would have found it a wholly desirable break in the daily routine of retirement, and I was pleasurably reminded of the old banking days, when I had paid the final adieu to so many admirable clients. But I had never contemplated such a break as this one which my aunt announced so casually. Hiccups are said to be cured by a sudden shock and they can equally be caused by one. I hiccupped an incoherent question.
I have said that your official mother was a saint. The girl, you see, refused to marry your father, who was anxious if you can use such an energetic term in his case to do the right thing. So my sister covered up for her by marrying him. (He was not very strong-willed.) Afterwards, she padded herself for months with progressive cushions. No one ever suspected. She even wore the cushions in bed, and she was so deeply shocked when your father tried once to make love to her after the marriage but before your birth that, even when you had been safely delivered, she refused him what the Church calls his rights. He was never a man in any case to stand on them.
I leant back hiccupping in the taxi. I couldnt have spoken if I had tried. I remembered all those pursuits up the scaffolding. Had they been caused then by my mothers jealousy or was it the apprehension that she might be required to pass again so many more months padded with cushions of assorted sizes?
No, my aunt said to the taxi-driver, these are the Gardens. I told you I am the Place.
Then I turn left, maam?
No. Right. On the left is the Crescent.
This shouldnt come as a shock to you, Henry, Aunt Augusta said. My sister your stepmother perhaps we should agree to call her that was a very noble person indeed.
And my hic father?
A bit of a hound, but so are most men. Perhaps its their best quality. I hope you have a little bit of the hound in you too, Henry.
I dont huc think so.
We may discover it in time. You are your fathers son. That hiccup is best cured by drinking out of the opposite rim of a glass. You can imitate a glass with your hand. Liquid is not a necessary part of the cure.
I drew a long free breath and asked, Who was my mother, Aunt Augusta? But she was already far away from that subject, speaking to the driver. No, no, my man. This is the Crescent.
You said turn right, lady.
Then I apologize. It was my mistake. I am always a little uncertain about right and left. Port I can always remember because of the colour red means left. You should have turned to port not starboard.
Im no bloody navigator, lady.
Never mind. Just continue all the way round and start again. I take all the blame.[10]
We drew up outside a public house. The driver said, Maam, if you had only told me it was the Crown and Anchor
Henry, my aunt said, if you could forget your hiccup for a moment.
Huc? I asked.
Its six and six on the clock, the driver said.
Then we will let it reach seven shillings, Aunt Augusta retorted. Henry, I feel I ought perhaps to warn you before we go in that a white funeral in my case would have been quite out of place.
But-youve-never-married, I said, very quickly to beat the hiccups.
I have nearly always, during the last sixty or more years, had a friend, Aunt Augusta said. She added, perhaps because I looked incredulous, Age, Henry, may a little modify our emotions it does not destroy them.
Even those words did not prepare me properly for what I found next. My life in the bank had taught me, of course, to be unsurprised, even by the demand for startling overdrafts, and I had always made it a point[11] neither to ask for nor to listen to any explanation. The overdraft was given or refused simply on the previous credit of the client. If I seem to the reader a somewhat static character he should appreciate the long conditioning of my career before retirement. My aunt, I was to discover, had never been conditioned by anything at all, and she had no intention of explaining more than she had already done.
Chapter 3
The Crown and Anchor was built like a bank in Georgian style[12]. Through the windows I could see men with exaggerated moustaches in tweed coats, which were split horsily behind, gathered round a girl in jodhpurs. They were not the type to whom I would have extended much credit, and I doubted whether any of them, except the girl, had ever ridden a horse. They were all drinking bitter, and I had the impression that any spare cash they might have put aside went on tailors and hairdressers rather than equitation. A long experience with clients has made me prefer a shabby whisky-drinker to a well-dressed beer-drinker.
We went in by a side door. My aunts apartment was on the second floor, and on the first floor there was a small sofa, which I learnt later had been bought my aunt so that she could take a little rest on the way up. It was typical of her generous nature that she had bought a sofa, which could barely be squeezed onto the landing, and not a chair for one.
I always take a little rest at this point. Come and sit down, too, Henry. The stairs are steep, though perhaps they dont seem so at your age. She looked at me critically. You have certainly changed a lot since I saw you last, though you havent got much more hair.
Ive had it, but Ive lost it, I explained.
I have kept mine. I can still sit upon it, She added surprisingly, Rapunzel[13], Rapunzel, let down your hair. Not that I could have ever let it down from a second-floor flat.
Arent you disturbed by the noise from the bar?
Oh no. And the bar is very convenient if I suddenly run short. I just send Wordsworth[14] down.
Who is Wordsworth?
I call him Wordsworth because I cant bring myself to call him Zachary. All the eldest sons in his family have been called Zachary for generations after Zachary Macaulay, who did so much for them on Clapham Common. The surname was adopted from the bishop not the poet.
Hes your valet?
Let us say he attends to my wants. A very gentle sweet strong person. But dont let him ask you for a CTC. He receives quite enough from me.
What is a CTC?
That is what they called any tip or gift in Sierra Leone when he was a boy during the war. The initials belonged to Cape to Cairo cigarettes, which all the sailors handed out generously.
My aunts conversation went too quickly for my understanding, so that I was not really prepared for the very large middle-aged Negro wearing a striped butchers apron who opened the door when my aunt rang.
Why, Wordsworth, she said with a touch of coquetry, youve been washing up breakfast without waiting for me. He stood there glaring at me, and I wondered whether he expected a CTC before he would let me pass.
This is my nephew, Wordsworth, my aunt said.
You be telling me whole truth, woman?
Of course I am. Oh, Wordsworth, Wordsworth! she added with tender banter.